Coming out of the hotel, Martin saw a Mercedes coach and followed Leonardo and Nicholson on board, only to find out it was a large motorhome.
Leonardo shouted, "Let's start our romantic journey!"
Nicholson put on sunglasses with a coolness that could flake off, "Leo, I'm very pleased with what you've done, I've decided not to let Lorraine marry you."
"I'm so fucking grateful," Leonardo said, speechless.
Martin, sitting boldly on the leather sofa, said, "Let's get our party bus rolling!"
Bruce opened the door to the cockpit and went straight to the co-pilot seat to have the driver start moving.
The coach slowly left the hotel entrance and headed to another hotel.
At the hotel entrance, a doorman said to his colleague, "Cover for me for a bit, I need to use the restroom."
His colleague nodded, "Make it quick."
The doorman returned to the hotel and hurried into the men's restroom in the lobby. He entered a stall and took out his phone to make a call, "Sir, they've departed."
